Wrong Assumptions

Four weeks after the accident, I had returned to work. Though things were difficult and somewhat frustrating since I still needed help and couldn't drive; but I was dealing with it. Not well, but I was. I just wanted the cast off; I wanted it to be over and done with. It was stressful and without Tony helping, I wouldn't have known what to do. He had been there through it all, patient and caring; lending a hand whenever it was needed. The only thing was I felt things were slightly different between us. He was taking care of me so much, that it was hard for me to feel like I was his girlfriend. I also felt unattractive with the all cuts, bruises and the cast. Adding to that we hadn't been able to be intimate because of my injuries; which was the hardest part to deal during all this. I was a little worried that maybe Tony wouldn't find me attractive anymore.

After work and dinner, we had settled down to watch a movie, but had been distracted by playful banter that turned serious. We were kissing passionately until Tony pulled back. "I may need to go cool off, if you keep kissing me like that," he said between heavy breaths.

"So why stop?" I said seductively, pulling him closer and kissing him hard on the mouth.

He pulled back a little slower this time. "Because, I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't, my fingers are healed. And my leg barely hurts."

"It's only two more weeks, actually less than that. Oh crap, I forgot about the popcorn!" He jumped up and ran to the kitchen.

I sat up and fought back tears. Maybe I was right, he doesn't want me anymore. He walked back in. "The popcorn is a little burnt...what's wrong?"

"Nothing, it's nothing." I said looking down.

"It's got to be something; you don't get that upset over nothing. Are you feeling okay?" He set the popcorn on the night stand.

I should just let it go; it's something I need to work though. I'm sure his feelings haven't changed…but I have to know. "It's just...do you still find me attractive?"

He sat on the edge of the bed. "Why would you say that?"

I shrugged. "Well just now for example...Before the accident, you would've never jumped up like that, just to get popcorn. We would've made love for hours and found burnt popcorn afterwards. Do you still want me?"

"I want you to get better. There will be plenty of time for making love once you are. I still think you're as beautiful as the day I met you. It's hard for me like just now to stop and not be intimate. But I'm not going to hurt you for sex." He paused. "Is it always going to be like this...?"

"Like what?"